What about you & your children?
My parents gave a us a book. I don't recall the name, but it had the drawing of a boy and girl holding hands while walking on a long brick road. All five of us got it. So ... no.
I tried to answer every question my daughter asked, whether it be Santa, religion, her dad's death, or sex. It just felt wrong to lie about any of it. Oh, and drug use. I refused to say I'd never even smoked a joint when she outright asked.
Kind of a cute story: once when she was 5 and going to the bathroom, she asked me, "When Miss Bev [who was pregnant] goes to the bathroom, how does she stop the baby from coming out when she pushes?" Naturally, I thought it was a brilliant inquiry.
LOL no ... my mom never said a thing and my aunt said something really scary to me... not repeating it...
I talked to my kids openly and honestly. They still call with questions or to ask my opinion about things. Whew... Having not had it handled well as I was growing up, I was nervous with my kids. Truth, openness and honesty worked well for my 4.
Well... Essentially - no. They were mostly providing me with books on all topics, sex included. I think I was fully competent at the age of 8, years before getting interested in actually doing the thing...
Will follow the same approach with my children when the time comes (+answering their questions of course).
My mom tremblingly broached the subject when I was fifteen. My sisters and I just stared at her, but eventually I made some correction to what she said. She smiled sheepishly and said she could see that she'd left it a little late.
I educated myself with a book I found in my aunt's house when we were in the US when I was nine, on the biological details, but sex isn't hidden in Haiti.
I home schooled my kids until middle school age, so made sure they read library books on human reproduction, since there were illustrated books for all ages.
They started reading the books when they were too young to care about sex, so lacked the sexual curiosity, and ignorance, of their more cloistered friends.
I had "The Joy of Sex" on my book shelf, but my son didn't bother to read it until he entered puberty.
We kids used to play together. One summer night when we were about 6th grade we called a game of Red Rover. Everything started all right and then a couple of girls started whispering and pretty soon the girls were all hovering around one of the girls and we boys were told there would be no Red Rover that night. And that's how we learned about periods.